fuck yeah, literary quotes
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I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.
The world was ending then, it’s ending still, and I’m happy to belong to it again.
I do not exist to impress the world. I exist to live my life in a way that will make me happy.
If you wish for something hard enough, the fairy tales teach us, you can get it in the end. But it’s hardly ever the way you thought it would be, and the endings aren’t always happy ones.
Most times we’re so focused on what we think we want that we can’t appreciate how happy we already are. It’s only when we forget about our problems and help others forget theirs that we realize how good we really have it.
I want to be the kind of person who can do that. Move on and forgive people and be healthy and happy. It seems like an easy thing to do in my head. But it’s not so easy when you try it in real life.
What about you? Are you happiest and saddest right now that you’ve ever been?” “Of course I am.” “Why?” “Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.
Maybe the truth is, there’s a little bit of loser in all of us. Being happy isn’t having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it’s about stringing together all the little things.
Look, I’m going to find a way to be happy, and I’d really love to be happy with you, but if I can’t be happy with you, then I’ll find a way to be happy without you.
And there comes a time in your life when you realize that if you don’t take the opportunity to be happy, you may never get another chance again.
